Post by Kat on Jan 1, 2011 20:20:01 GMT -8
Age: Nineteen, Winter
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, slight heterosexual leaning.
Rank: Winglet, Green Rider
Location: Eyrie, formally Chydyn.
Personality:
Cold, and downright biting, Ev’yn is not the most approachable or pleasant person with whom one can interact. She does not intend to be cruel, rude, or mean, but at a young age, she was socialized to use sarcasm and standoffishness as a means to distance herself from the harsh reality of life. Sarcasm and biting comments remove Ev’yn from the difficulty of connecting with other people, who might abandon her n some manner later in life. For Ev’yn, personal relationships represent a chance to present oneself in a vulnerable manner, dependent upon another person, and thus weak to the flaws of not only oneself, but also to the other person. Relationships forge a means to be injured by another person, because they expose personal weakness and vulnerability to other people, and Ev’yn refuses to present herself in that way. She believes strongly in her ability to live on her own without anyone’s help, and so Ev’yn makes sure that she remains on her own, and that her disregard for friendships, or romance, remains obvious in all her attempted interactions. Of course, her sarcasm and coldness has been so ingrained into the girl that she does not even realize she is presenting herself in such a negative manner. To her, the fear of relationships manifests deep in her subconscious and creates her natural persona, one which is not entirely nice or pleasant upon first introductions.
Her flippant personality hails from Ev’yn’s belief in her own personal power and her developed sense of obsessive independence. From the moment that her mother died, Ev’yn has taken care of herself, and as she has grown, the necessity of her autonomy pushed Ev’yn to the belief that she could only provide for herself. When she most needed help in her history, she never received any aid, and so in order to cope with her neglect, Ev’yn has grown to believe that she does not need help, even in cases where she does. Ev’yn stubbornly refuses to ask for aid, under any circumstances. Even in situations where her physical anatomy prevents her from completing a task, she will try and try to do so on her own until she can no longer launch attempts. Ev’yn would rather fail than have help, and she does not, by any means, enjoy failure. Not only will Ev’yn not ask for help, she also refuses to accept help. If someone offers to help her in any way, Ev’yn not-so-politely declines, and often acts quite insulted that anyone would assume she needed aid in the first place. She views asking or accepting help as a sign of not only weakness, but as a means of submitting herself to another person, and Ev’yn refuses to do that under any circumstances.
Ev’yn is stubborn in many ways, as well. She is steadfast in her convictions to the point that she struggles to hear other people’s contrary opinions. Ev’yn can be quite argumentative, in fact, and she does not always listen well to other people; however, since coming to the Eyrie, Ev’yn has become much more open to other people’s ideas. The collaborative nature of the life at the Eyrie, and her position as a green rider specifically, forces Ev’yn to work with other people. Her newfound tolerance for other people shows that Ev’yn can grow out of some of her obstinate nature and some of her bad habits, and that she has just not been exposed to the correct environment to change the worst parts of herself until she arrived at the Eyrie. Ev’yn also has a limited acceptance for things that do not suit her. For example, she hates milk, so she cannot comprehend how anyone else enjoys milk. It is a horrible beverage to her, and therefore must be equally awful to the people around her. She does not mean to impose her own opinions on other people, but she does so accidently. The girl has a long list of item she hates, including pickled food, cats, to which she is allergic, rain, and heights, of which she is quite terrified, and when other people like or enjoy those items, Ev’yn cannot understand their acceptance of the ‘bad’ object.
In many ways, Ev’yn’s view of the world is childish. She cannot see beyond her own understanding of the universe, and therefore is limited by her self-centered worldview. She seems to be stuck in an emotional place before she matured, which explains many of her stubborn, curt, and problematic behaviors. Ev’yn has trouble understanding the mentality of people separate from herself. For most of her adolescence and adulthood, Ev’yn tended to herself and spent a lot of time in the forests of Chydyn on her own. She rarely had to interact with other people, which lead her not to develop those aspects of herself. The Eyrie life is changing her, slowly, but surely, into a better, more rounded person, as the communal atmosphere of the Eyrie forces Ev’yn to interact with other people. Furthermore, Clymeph, who is mean, rude, and competitive, forces Ev’yn to ensure that those traits are not imposed onto other people. Because Ev’yn must make sure that Clymeph behaves and does not act cruelly or nastily to other people, Ev’yn’s own treatment of people is rapidly improving and maturing. She is finally, at the age of nineteen, growing into her emotional space, and slowly, but surely, the woman is opening up to people, trying for forge relationships, and attempting to understand that other people can improve her place in the world.
Deep within Ev’yn’s personality, in her mind, is embedded a sad, lonely, and destroyed soul, and while Ev’yn outwardly rejects the companionship of other people, at her core, she longs for it. Ev’yn needs to have relationships even if she does not believe that she needs the aid of other people. She is slowly embracing the chance to heal the wound inside of herself, the one which does not allow her to grow beyond her shallow, selfish mentality. While the other simourv riders gain the constant companionship of a simourv which can fill a void of a lack of human companionship, Clymeph is so terribly vile that Ev’yn still longs for human friends. Of course, she loves her simourv, but Clymeph’s blunt and snappy personality is not supportive enough to appease the deep, eternal desire Ev’yn has for friends. While Ev’yn pushes people away, she actually needs people to understand her yearning, which is a grand feat to ask of anyone.
Appearance:
Although Ev’yn is completely unaware of the fact, she is actually quite attractive, even though she is unusually short for an adult. She stands only four feet and eleven inches, making her an inch under five feet tall, but even though she is short, Ev’yn is well proportioned, with all of her body parts perfectly condensed into a short stature. If she is not standing next to another person, Ev’yn does not look short, because her body is correctly shaped in proportion to its dimensions. Although she is small in stature, Ev’yn is not exactly tiny. She is not fat, but she is also not thin, either, as her body possesses a curvy and round shape to it. When she was a child, Ev’yn was quite chubby, and even though maturity has removed the fat from her body, she kept a bust on the large size of moderate and a set of wide-set, broad hips. She carries most of her weight around her hips, giving her an impressive backside and thick, muscular thighs. The fact that she has a womanly figure is lost to Ev’yn, who does not dress herself in a way to highlight the fertile lines of her body. Instead, she obscures her femininity behind a wrinkled mess of masculine clothing. She wears loose fitting, cotton pants, almost all the time, and pairs them with men’s shirts and tunics. Ev’yn loves thick, warm boots and over-sized jackets as well. If she gets her way, she chooses to wear her clothing too large, which only hides the form of her body and makes her appear short and thick.
Ev’yn has never once in her life cut her hair, and it falls to her mid-thighs. Her hair is, perhaps, her most alluring feature, as it is long, thick, and dark. Ev’yn’s hair, although technically brown, appears as a deep, obsidian black. Ev’yn’s falls in big, volume-forming waves, and it frames her face with a soft, lush folds. Unfortunately, Ev’yn rarely wears her hair down. She keeps her hair long because her mother wore her hair in the same manner, but Ev’yn finds the length of it extremely limiting. Instead of allowing it to fall, Ev’yn ties her hair back and to her head, so that it is always hidden by her manner of styling. Ev’yn braids her hair when she sleeps, and pulls it back, so even when she is not awake, her hair remains contained and pinned to her head.
Ev’yn’s face is well shaped, her cheeks high, and her jaw square. The shape of her face is almost masculine, because her jaw is thick and prominent, but the size of her large, brown eyes alters her appearance to a more feminine expression. Her nose is quite long and thin, both at the tip and at the bridge, and her lips are also long, and while they are somewhat thin, they protrude from her face in a kind of strange, omni-pout. Ev’yn’s eyebrows grow rather wildly, and they tend to merge a bit at the crease of her face, forming a slight unibrow. She could pluck them into a more attractive shape, but Ev’yn does not see any point in beautifying practices. A small cleft splits the bottom of her chin, but the seperation can only be seen in certain lights and from directly in the front. Ev’yn never wears any sort of beauty product on her face, and she judges women who choose to alter their appearance with make-up. She just does not see the point in such practices, as they only hinder women from achieving their potential by distracting them from the more important things in life.
Naturally, Ev’yn’s skin is always a russet, tanned color. She has her mother’s coloring, with olive skin and dark eyes and hair. Her skin never pales, but it also does not get too much darker in the sunlight, and for the most part, it remains a uniform color across her body. Because of Ev’yn’s life of outdoorsmanship, most people assume her color comes from all the time she spends outside, despite the fact that her skin tone remains perfectly constant. The girl walks always with a slight limp, because her left leg is weaker than her right leg. The left leg also is covered in the scars from an impressive run-in with a koxi when the girl was fifteen. The scars wrap up and down her leg in intricate patterns of criss-crossing pink and blue raised lines. Ev’yn is not ashamed of the scars, and she is not opposed to wearing cropped pants to reveal the scars to the world. She is much more shamed of her limp, which makes her walk slightly off kilter, and she tries her hardest to compensate for the awkward lean of her stride.
Family:
Reven, Father, 44, Entertainer
Therisa, Mother, Dead
Beatris, Great Aunt, 63
Pets:
[hatchling] [egg]
Simourv Name: Clymeph
Simourv Color: Green (19332b)
Simourv Age: Under a year.
Personality:
While Ev’yn can be sometimes unpleasant, Clymeph is always unpleasant. The simourv is, in a few words, quite vile. Clymeph lacks any sense of social grace, and while her siblings and cousins might live under the rule of the laws which dictate simourv life, Clymeph ignores those social norms and instead constantly steps out of place. She finds the rules of the simourv tedious, and Clymeph feels that even though she is a green, she is far superior to any of the other simourvs in the Eyrie. She does not hide this fact. In fact, Clymeph flaunts it when she speaks out of place which is often. Clymeph is rude to the highest degree, and she does not mince words or hide her opinions. In fact, Clymeph thrives on telling people and simourvs the worst aspects of themselves in the crudest and most unpleasant manner possible.
Clymeph’s outspoken nature is intensified by an impulsive nature. She has absolutely no impulsive control, and when Clymeph has an idea, she usually acts on it. Luckily, Ev’yn has become quite aware of her simourv’s inhibition, and the woman can usually talk Clymeph out of acting immediately on her ideas or passing fancies. Clymeph is also incredibly competitive. She is obsessed with proving her superiority over her siblings, and Clymeph is so preoccupied with that goal that she forms competitions where they do not inherently exist. She has to be the first simourv to do anything, and when she is not, Clymeph becomes even more bitter and ornery than she is by nature. She spends her life keeping score, counting her successes and her siblings’ and cousins’ failures and ignoring her own.
To increase Clymeph’s possibility of speaking nasty comments, the simourv is incredibly bitter about her position in life. Clymeph is downright acrimonious, and she loathes the fact that she is not a gray simourv. Truthfully, Clymeph hates just about everything about her life. She hates that her rider is not more aware of her beauty. She hates that her rider is absolutely useless. Clymeph hates that she is in the smallest of the Eyrie clutches. And that she is not one of the larger green simourvs like Valenph. And that her rider is so pathetically tiny. Truly, Clymeph hates everything about her position in the Eyrie. Only when she manages to successfully perform some victory over the other simourvs is she happy.
Because of Clymeph’s difficult temperament, Ev’yn is constantly having to coax her simourv out of tantrums and convincing her simourv not to act on her horrible convictions. The result is not that Ev’yn has become more withdrawn or bitter herself, but rather that she has become more open and kinder to other people. She has to compensate for her simourv’s cruelty, and so Ev’yn has begun to blossom into a better human being. Clymeph, however, views her rider’s changes as a weakening of Ev’yn’s convictions, and the green simourv taunts Ev’yn incessantly about her weak and diminished mentality.
Appearance:
Despite the fact that Clymeph is still growing, by this point, it is quite clear that she will remain a small simourv. She holds out hope that she will grow larger than her current growth pattern, but the fact of the matter is that she will probably always be a small green simourv. She hates the fact that she is so small, so Clymeph often moves in a way to make herself appear larger. She puffs out her orange chest, lifts her white marked chin, and tries to appear as intimidating as possible. Clymeph is, though, despite her tiny body, an attractive green, even though she is quite dark in color. Her body is a deep, forest green, most saturated around her midsection, tail, and her crown. Around her hips, Clymeph’s green fades to a grayer shade, although it is similar to the forest green which marks the rest of her body. Her chest is a bright shade of orange, and the orange stretches to the top of her belly. A patch of white feathers nestles within the orange under her skin, and the orange wraps up the sides of Clymeph’s face half-way before it fades into the dark green of the rest of her body. While Clymeph’s budding horns and her beak are a similar shade to her body, the bottom of her beak and her legs are bright yellow. She is proud of her yellow and orange, and she often flaunts the brightest areas on her body as if they are expensive gems. Clymeph loves being dressed and adorned, and she forces Ev’yn to purchase her the most extravagant and expensive accessories that the winglet can afford.
Parentage:
Tawny Altaph x Blue Wegmeph
History:
Ev’yn was born Evalyn to Reven, a musician, and Therisa, a member of the Sayaie guard. When the pair met, Reven worked as an entertainer in Sayaie, where Therisa worked on the Sayaie guard. The entertainment group in which Reven preformed as a string player and a baritone singer started a riot one day by performing a particularly racy depiction of old Earth myths, and Therisa’s unit of the guard was dispatched to quell the uprising. Even though Reven and Therisa met under unfortunate circumstances, with Reven telling awful jokes all night as he sat in jail under Therisa’s watch, they eventually fell in love. The pair hesitated to acknowledge their attraction to each other at first, with Reven singing and charming his way into the beds of many Sayaie residents while Therisa watched from a distance and disapproved, eventually their connection proved far too powerful and strong to ignore. After a heated fight on any ally way in Sayaie over Reven’s right to perform on public stoops, Reven and Therisa engaged in a night of sexual intercourse, among other actions, which lead to the conception of a child who would become Evalyn. Because Therisa’s strict family, with a tradition of military service which stretched far before the colonization of Pohono to the family on Earth, disapproved of the union between Therisa and Reven the couple fled. They found a caravan traveling to Chydyn, where Therisa knew she could find work as a guard, and they joined the traveling group to settle in the smaller city.
Therisa entered labor while on the road to Chydyn, and the stress of the birth almost killed her. Barely surviving, Therisa spent months recovering from the surprise labor, but both the small, sallow child, Evalyn, and the other survived the ordeal. Because she was quite ill when they arrived in Chydyn, for the first two years of their lives in the new city, the family lived only on Reven’s musical skill. Although they were quite poor, somehow the power of music and loving family allowed the small group to overcome the hardships of poverty. When Evalyn was two years old, her mother decided that the baby was strong enough to survive long days without her mother, so Therisa returned to her first calling, her first love, working for the guard. Three months after her fourth birthday, Reven took Evalyn to the center of Chydyn to listen to some musically talented friends perform stories of the great simourvs and the terrible xymokoxi. While the child learned of the power of the legendary griffins, her mother patrolled the outskirts of the city, where she spotted a group of men terrorizing another young woman. The men turned out to be thieves and when Therisa attempted to stop them, they stabbed her with a knife. Because the men were new thieves, men driven to theift due to the harsh conditions of Pohonan life and the constant threat of death by koxi or starvation, they did not know the best way to deal with guards, and so they clumsily harmed Therisa in her stomach.
Therisa died in agony as her internal organs began to rot because of an infection deep in her flesh. While the wound did not immediately kill her, the knife used to stab Therisa was crude and dirty. As soon as the flesh around her stomach began to rot, Therisa had no chance of surviving the injury. Her final words to Evalyn were words of failure—words that expressed Therisa’s feelings of dispare for being felled in such a small and petty folly. Evalyn was too young to understand the gravity of her mother’s words, or for that matter, the gravity of her mother’s death. Even though Evalyn attended her mother’s funeral and watched her mother’s body be buried in the ground, she still struggled to understand that her mother was never coming home again. The fact that Reven could not deal with the loss himself only intensified Evalyn’s confusion. He refused to explain to the child what had happened to Therisa, and to avoid the explanation, he left the girl.
Reven’s despair blossomed into a fully crafted form of alcoholism, and he abandoned Evalyn for a life of gambling and drinking in Sayaie, the city of his birth. Instead of taking Evalyn with him on his trip to Sayaie, a trip from which he never returned, he left her in the care of their neighbor, and elderly hunter named Beatris, who told Evalyn she was Reven’s aunt. Whether or not the claim is true is still unknown by Ev’yn, who refers to Beatris as her great aunt regardless of their true relation. Even though he promised to return, Reven never did, and eventually Evalyn settled into a life under Beatris’s care. Beatris raised Evalyn to the best of her abilities, instilling the girl with a strict sense of self actualization and ambition. Beatris forced Evalyn to abandon her musical pursuits, even though Evalyn had a beautiful voice and an ear for music, to pursue academic and combat practices. Beatris ensured that Evalyn could arch, could forge for herself, and could read and write. When she was old enough to work, Beatris secured Evalyn a job as a farmhand on a near-by nut farm. Evalyn worked hard, even though she felt no connection to the people with whom she worked. Evalyn always felt superior to them, because she was educated and intelligent in a way that she did not view them to be. After three years of working on the nut farm, Evalyn, at the age of fourteen, finally convinced Beatris to show her the ways of the forest and how to hunt for herself. The older woman protested at first, because the koxi meant that the forests were dangerous, but after months of whining, Evalyn got her way.
Beatris taught Evalyn everything that she knew about hunting. Luckily, the girl could arch already, and also understood some of the aspects of the forests that she needed to know because of her time as a nut farmhand. Evalyn soon became quite a talented hunter. She could track and kill the small animals which populated the Chydyn forest. She could also forge for herself, as she knew the mushrooms and nuts which were the safest, tastiest, and easiest to harvest. Evalyn even managed to start making a profit from her trails, selling skins, meat, and produce from the forest at the Chydyn market. Evalyn’s life as a hunter was perfect up until a few weeks before her sixteenth birthday. While chasing an injured mammal which escaped from her snare, Evalyn discovered the body of an injured, adolescent xymokoxi munching on the body of the animal Evalyn marked. As soon as Evalyn saw the koxi, she screamed, and then she ran the other direction, desperately trying to escape at all costs. Unfortunately, the koxi was well enough to chase Evalyn, and after only seconds of scrambling though the woods, Evalyn realized she was likely dead. In a desperate attempt to save her life, Evalyn shot an arrow through the branches of a nearby nut tree, sending the nut crashing into the koxi’s back. While the nut harmlessly bounced off of the koxi’s armored skin, it distracted the creature for enough time that Evalyn could ran further through the forest. The koxi recovered and slashed at Evalyn’s leg, horribly mauling it, but the action slowed the monster down, and Evalyn managed to lose one arrow from her bow into the creature’s eye. Blinded both by the arrow and by its rage, the koxi lost track of Evalyn who ran through the woods, the pain of her injury ignored through the power of her coursing adrenaline. Evalyn was bed bound for six months while her leg healed, and once the limb did mend, it was forever ruined.
Late into her seventeenth year, Evalyn was confronted by a simourv and his rider, red Seronaph and K’ean. At first Evalyn did not believe or understand what the man told her, that she was a suitable candidate to bond to a simourv. The riders had only then been known to the world of Pohono for a few months, maybe a full year, and had the red simoruv not been so real, she never would have left with K’ean. However, after he worked to convince her, Ev’yn finally accepted her role as a candidate, and she left Beatris to live at the Eyrie. Even though she was one of the first candidates searched for Eceph’s clutch, Ev’yn did not bond at the first hatching; she was one of only a few candidates who did not bond. Evalyn almost left that Eyrie after that, as she was destroyed by her failure to connect to a simourv chick. Only her inability to allow herself to fail completely kept her tied to the Eyrie. Evalyn could not return to Beatris a failure, and so she stayed and repeated all the lessons for candidacy a second time. The tiny clutch of blue Wegmeph and tawny Altaph seemed completely unpromising to Evalyn. If she could not bond at a clutch of twenty-five, how could she bond at a clutch of three. However, forced to attend by Ts’kal, Evalyn stood for the hatching, lingering in the back.
Evalyn watched the huge Pied Giant hatch first, a tawny chick becoming trapped inside of her egg, and then the girl witnessed the unassuming Eager Dwarf burst open. The little green chick barged towards Evalyn, and Clymeph chose Evalyn for her own.
Ev’yn, I suppose you will have to do. Perhaps with the help of your Clymeph, you will overcome some of your homeliness. I will improve you, and you most certainly need it, and then we will dominate my siblings. We were born to win.
The chick announced, as she stood and watched Ev’yn reproachfully from a few feet away. Even though she made her choice, Clymeph was not happy with it, and Ev’yn was forced to face the elation of bonding and the rejection of her simourv’s scorn. Ev’yn has grown used to Clymeph’s negativity and hate in the days, weeks, and months since the hatching. The girl has even been forced to interact and to accept the help and companionship of other people. She is truly beginning to grow into a more mature worldview. She studies under the tutelage of the Bravo winglet master, K’ean, who was, coincidently, her search rider. Clymeph is quickly growing, and Ev’yn has begun to feel excited about the chance to embrace her duty as a simourv rider.
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